City On My Back Lyrics

My pockets packed with green Bae, they watching me, no screenplay

Smoking way too loud, I could give a fuck what he say

Them people hit my phone and drop the bomb on me like D-Day

I get in the booth and chew the beat just like some chi clay

I'm done with these niggas just like the roaches in my ass

Travelling stuck in a motion just tryna get this shit the fast way

I been on the green all day like I shop for Callaway

Got shorties serving drinks with they titties out at the cabaret

That ain't really had shit to do with this, I just had to say

Pockets getting stronger like they got hit with some gamma rays

Gotta stay protected, niggas spin just like the microwave

And spitting on the microphone

I can't trust these niggas cause they'll cumble like some styrofoam

I go super dummy like I got an extra chromosome

I got hercules cologne, smoking gas, aroma strong

Life is good, I ain't got no problem

All I do is get high, stack this paper up and make my songs

Focused on the fucking cash, got stressed so I took a drag

Roll the pack of zig zags, get high till I'm jet lag

Microphone the punching bag, got no time to lollygag

She treat me like a lollipop

Got so much bullshit up on my mind, find it hard to talk

Got my whole city up on my back, it's kinda hard to walk

Speed on it